Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Frequent Conversation

Finally I've stopped "talking to myself" and letting you in on the conversation
You're a lot smarter than I am, and I like knowing you're around

I am longing for presence once again
Something about smiling equals falling in love
And something about limbs wrapped around body equals staying that way for a long long time

I am lacking brainwave connections, my finger hovers over "GO"

As well I stand in no man's land
Not exactly frightening, but desolate nonetheless
Foggy and empty, at least from this standpoint

Hovering...over....GO....

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